As you can see, it's almost impossible to get the Rittmaster out of boots & spurs, but at least they're relatively clean.
Here's an image of me as a Juarista. If you're going to rob trains, why not do it with gusto? It wasn't until later that Mr. P pointed out to me that I had my bandoliers on upside down. D'oh!
Several years previously, during The War, my "brother" (ahem) had served in the Union Army as a Steward/Ambulance driver. People say he resembles me in a positively uncanny way, but they have only these images to go on as we have never been seen together in person. Hm....
This detail from another ferrotype shows me in my usual guise: slaving over a hot fire! Since this image was struck, we have moved onto some good land in the Oregon Territories and have enough room for the Rittmaster's two horses plus the mount of a jousting buddy, plus a few chickens and cats. (Most of) the cooking happens indoors these days.